Razor Net

Trap and baffle with trashy tabloids and brutal banter
Off of the mammal back saddle and on to new chapters
Like getting Breezy having to smack a flashy bitch up battered
Before you could begin to call yourself a true rude rapper
My grooves bash dancers, the smooth crude gas yapper
I chew loose prude flappers, slash inner tube to splash rafters
Bruise blue black and slander all these wack pampered actors
My cartoons to crass for the masses of usual crackers
All casts are saying "Man who's that groovy new Casper?"
Damn that dude's past too dapper to spew this phat voodoo rapture
Queue the shooters up
Assassins are blasting
While relaxing in the stu puffing they drew Rugers to clap 'em
But nah that's that art school crap
I choose to Mutilate tracks, spraying Belton, Montana graph burn
Big gulping double cups to get you buku plastered
Fuck gaffeling and hooting, buzzed and booming
Lapping up leftover brew from an old decanter
Abusing the liver and bladder and laughing
View hues in gruesome illusions
Sipping from cool blue pools of hydrochloric acid (twisted)
In an ice fisherman igloo where they carve and canoe out foolish mutant badgers
Organ looters in masks dashing
As I cut and stew up goon campers and animal trackers in Aspen
After we prove through matters
The vaster bird flew through galactic patterns over huge ladders in Nasca
Double headed four eye vision combined using two ViewMasters
All the stupid gooses gathered to gander
And landed on landmine lines that blasted blinding lights
And blew steel (Blue Steel) through minds of Zoolanders

"Where have you been? Why did you go? How could you dare to worry me so? What is your rest, yes or no?"
"Ahh it's not a yes or no question."
"Well then explain home leaving train."